The Night After Christmas
’Twas the night after Christmas, when throughout many a home
Creatures, including humans, were inclined to not roam.
Stockings had been plucked to the core
Gift wrappings were strewn across the floor.
The kitchen ransacked of food and drink
Family and friends gone without a wink.
Adults weren’t nestled snugly in their beds
Because images of work danced in their heads.
Whether the office, the field or the factory
Post-holiday toil is quite unsatisfactory!
As Yuletide magic faded into memory,
They attempted to prolong their reverie.
But alas, they awoke with a clatter
Grumbling about professional matters.
Crunching snow beneath their feet
Wishing desperately for some heat
Getting into a bus, car or train
Numbing themselves to the pain.
Problem upon problem piled
Some of which weren’t mild.
All began looking at the clock
Toward home, waiting to flock
The most wonderful time of year
In 24 hours had disappeared.
Frustrated and annoyed,
Confused yet employed,
Some decided to reflect
And notions got checked.
“Is Christmas but a single day?”
“Can it be a constant way?”
Gifts, meals and days off are nice
Still, they alone do not suffice.
The Christmas spirit is greater!
You must be a cultivator
Of values and attitudes
Without spouting platitudes.
The reasons of the season
Shall keep us believing
That long after the 25th of December
It is beyond worth it to remember
Kindness, generosity and charity
Should always be a familiarity.